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If I Could Ask You Million Questions, That Would Leave Me Wanting More
Thats Why I Let You Do The Talking, Maybe Thats What Talking Is For
Billions of years ago now
That you have existed over time and every day you are more
Immense, strange and something more
Because mysteries abound in you, it's great
I don't know how you do it, the truth
You are gigantic, unattainable to explore
But at the same time almost impossible to observe
Both in the micro and macro it is difficult to look
You expand every... day more
Maybe you are infinite... who cares?
If we have barely observed beyond the wall of Sloan galaxies
Supernovas like cells
Your whole body is diffused
Every time I look at stars I look back
I look at the past, and many of them may no longer be there
Well the light that comes from there
Traveling in light years, years will take
To find the eyes of humanity
Which sometimes I think does not know you are there
Well, they don't appreciate what you've already done
If only they knew they were stardust
If they accepted the earth it's another point
Irrelevant in the middle of an immense sea
Maybe Then your ego will go down
Since no one is the center of this reality
Our existence is brief and that is the truth
How many lucky people will understand it?
We are just another isolated accident
And the Milky Way is our home
If I Could Ask You Million Questions, That Would Leave Me Wanting More
Thats Why I Let You Do The Talking, Maybe Thats What Talking Is For
What am I if not a mass of atoms that together make me who I am?
My matter is eternal even if the body lacks blood for the heart
We are that consciousness that listens and questions the giant that hosted them
We are the universe observing itself from its deep interior
And yet I do not understand who I am
There are too many questions, there are no answers
As long as I remain conscious in the world I will dedicate myself to understanding you better
What are you but me, composing to himself these lyrics captured in song?
I suppose a composer
Of space, time and my voice
If I Could Ask You Million Questions, That Would Leave Me Wanting More
Thats Why I Let You Do The Talking, Maybe That's What Talking Is For